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no drive-by's
We walked over

COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas

Little Rosa

Webb Pierce

Webb Pierce Road Show

1971

of mine and as I walked thru the grave yard
I noticed this man kneeling down by the grave of a child
And in his hand he held a big red rose and tears were

shoulda wore a fuckin' rubber
That gunta beat me daily with my fake as pussy brother
Pops copped rocks with some junkie cookie cutter
Only home when he's

up with you by my side
There's something about
The way that you left
It feels kinda permanent

And don't lead me on tonight
If you're not coming home

the
Wrong tribe or village
He's from the wrong subset
Of the same religion
It's not a way to pick for
Yourself like you're the English
"Don't ever try to see

Lunch by the Louvre
When I'm shopping in Paris
Broskis on tag so
Hes fucking up Harrods
Anytime me
And my niggas step out
Watch how we turn all
These

the same boat, why you tryna make holes?
If they sink, we sink, this is madness

I'm offended that you're offended by me taking offense
Trump can't build

Screw type shit
Just a sad ho runnin' through the crew type shit
I got a bad bitch at home, voodoo type shit
Take down Meg Thee Stallion's by the group

sometimes I just
Break out in an English
Accent, you know, like
What's wrong with that?

You can! Why not?

Do you think that mixtape Nicki and pop
Nicki can

by the
invasion of the other colourrace,with the sole purpose of
neutralising the subject in person of the other- race, and make him
feel inferior so

i. Long-Shadowed Sun 

I remember 
The enchanted English walled garden 
Days of summer air and honey-suckled nights 
The capricious dance

What are you listening to?
What are you listening to?

Rap

Rap?

Yeah, my English teacher thinks it's a
Highly important form of modern poetry
It

Fix my eyes on the horizon
Focus on that distant light
Let it take me away, from this modern decay, I need
To get to the other side

Don't believe in

No white doves or an olive branch
Just cats picking fish bones
Out the garbage can
Who makes more trash than the modern man?
I'm here for

A breath of fresh air
A gentle and refreshing breeze
The curious child
Committed to academia
Curious of the craft
Perverted by the media
A victim

the rusty iron chains we cried for our wean's
Our good women we left in sorrow
As the main sails unfurled, our curses we hurled
At the English and thoughts

On the English in thoughts of tomorrow
Oh Oh Oh Oh
I wish I was back home in Derry
Oh Oh Oh Oh
I wish I was back home in Derry
I cursed them to hell, as our bow

Feelin' hyper? Then Please just go home
We just chilling, now you eyy 



Lyrics By: Mr N
Song By: Mr N
Composition By: Mr N
Distribution By: Soundrop

loud 

Aye 
If you get lost on your way home 
Greetings from little saigon 

Busted English 
Broken English from the gullets of the drunks 
By

solicitating help
I gotta walk a mile and then a mile
and walk it by myself
Ain't no ride on offer
Ain't no easy way
Damn these blues, grease my shoes,
speed me

Troll Doll Celebrities

Jimmy Fallon

The Bathroom Wall

2002

to ya buddy. I was talking with Marty about these dolls. Turns out, the uh, turns out the actual midget trolls were made in the 1300's, by, uh, Indian

cities are crowded
But we are exiled
To the closets of our homes
Bound by a crippling fear
That bleakness is the only certainty

c plague has brought our

Modern Day Mountain Man      MaxMusic   1981  Words and Music by Mark Chrisler


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I pick my shirt up off the floor and tuck it into my

way home or it in me to fight
No sound of a soul not a spirit in sight
Face lit by phone light
I can sense your soul on Insecure Avenue
And the corner